Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) -- Fiction; English fiction; Xhosa (African people) -- Fiction
He did not dwell on this. He knew that in a disposition like mine love
reigned triumphant over pride.
Woe is me! I knew so too.
I have tried to detail some of the characteristics of this
deeply-designing man; but you would rather have them passed over, and I
shrink from the recital. He was determined on retrieving a tottering
reputation by an alliance with any one whose friends or fortune might
arrest the progress of ruin and disgrace; I was the victim he singled
out. My thoughts were far apart from his designs.
I was like a city besieged, with the enemy smiling before me in friendly
array, watching to stalk into the gates, awaiting the arrival of a
faithless ally.
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Lady Amabel and I were at Newlands, expecting tidings from the frontier,
and prepared to return to Cape Town to receive Sir Adrian. I was
awakened early one morning by the distant sound of guns--it was a
salute--it must be the Governor and his suite; they were expected to
return by sea. I threw on my dressing-gown, and ran to Lady Amabel's
room.
I met her in the passage; she was all joy. I trembled with agitation,
pleasure, and dread.
The carriage drove round within half an hour, and we hastened into Cape
Town. The bells were ringing, the ships in the harbour were decorated
with flags. Crowds lined the streets; the Governor had landed, and was
detained on the shore by a congratulatory deputation. We were received
by the throng with loud hurrahs. Peace had been proclaimed, and
treaties established, which people believed would be satisfactory.
Triumphal arches had been raised within a few hours. On we dashed. We
reached Government House just as the guard of honour passed us after
receiving Sir Adrian. Every one looked joyous; the mansion resounded
again with cheerful voices.
"Here they come! Here they come!" Carriage-wheels approached. Lady
Amabel and I ran into the hall. She threw herself upon her husband's
breast. Captain Walton and the military secretary advanced to shake
hands with me. They were laughing--quite happy to have escaped the
toils of an inglorious warfare. I could not speak.
Lady Amabel greeted them, and looking round, said, "But where is my
nephew? Where is Clarence Fairfax?"
And they both answered with another laugh, which Captain Walton checked
suddenly, as he caught a glimpse of my frightened face. "Oh! he is
quite safe, and very--happy," said the secretary. "Well," said Captain
Walton; "he is coming back overland with the Rashleighs."
"Yes," observed Sir Adrian, in a tone, partly of sarcasm and partly of
displeasure; "and he had much better have returned with us. I am by no
means satisfied with this arrangement of _Mrs Rashleigh's_."
I was most bitterly disappointed.
Shame to me, I had nearly forgotten to ask after the welfare of my
family. I addressed some agitated questions to Captain Walton, who told
me all were well.
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